Chapter 27

Grace stayed indoors for three days.

During those three days, she did nothing but paint.

Pain, sorrow, anger–too many bad emotions poured out of Grace onto the blank canvases.

“Camille, are you doing okay in Becrenga? I dried some oranges and grapefruits for you and packed them up. Andy will send them over soon. I heard Osmal City was really dry, so remember to drink tea often to soothe your throat. I’m praying for you here in Clastein.”

In the darkness, only the faint glow of her phone screen lit up

the room.

It was a voice message from her landlady, Mary Clayton. Grace curled up on the floor, listening to it over and over.

“Mom,” Grace murmured unconsciously.

Truthfully, all her understanding of the word “mother” came from this middle–aged woman far away in Clastein.

She missed the chamomile–scented warmth of Mary’s hands, the mouth–puckeringly sour codfish with tomato sauce, the sun–dried but still colorful fruits…

The doorbell rang.

got up, wrapped in a thick blanket, and went to open

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there were a lawyer she’d never met before and the

together?” Grace

shook his head. “No. This is Mrs. Parrish’s lawyer. I’m here on Mr. Kaufman’s

they wouldn’t give up until this

didn’t shut the

two bottles of expensive water to the two

men.

quick.” Grace sat

of gift for 45.7% of the Parrish Group’s shares, originally belonging to Mrs. Parrish and Ms. Naomi

asked me to convey that they knew these things

Parrish but even

also pulled out a thick stack of documents.

all the assets

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could finish, Grace interrupted with a frown. “What

hesitated, unsure

Antonio’s weak voice came

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